paroles de chanson Water into Wine - Waylon Jennings , Shooter Jennings , Struggle
Life
took
a
turn
for
the
better,
I'm
on
the
right
road
I'm
weighed
down,
I've
never
carried
a
light
load
A
lotta'
turbulence,
bumpy
ride
on
my
flight
flown
I
cause
a
light
show
every
time
that
the
fights
on
You
gotta
feel
me,
it's
my
life
that
I
fight
for
Can't
forget
where
I
been,
no
tellin'
where
I
might
go
I
was
flyin'
no
string
so
the
kite's
gone
Searchin'
through
the
pain
in
my
story
for
the
right
song
While
the
night's
long,
but
the
day's
gone
She
told
me
she
had
had
enough,
just
to
stay
gone
If
I
could
carry
more
than
C
notes
I'd
sing
songs
Awards
Im'a'
bring
'em
home
We'll
wake
up
till
the
dream
is
gone
Fiddle's
don't
make
violins
Hotel
rooms
don't
make
homes
Can't
turn
water
into
wine
Can't
make
a
rock
from
a
rolling
stone
Papa's
a
rollin'
stone,
mamma's
a
real
angel
Walkin'
behind
untangled
the
web
that
I
had
tangled
Back
an
forth
across
the
table
like
ping
pong
I'm
at
the
door,
you
hear
the
doorbell,
ding
dong
The
smoke's
chockin'
me,
tell
'em
clean
the
bong
You
got
more
obstacles
for
me
to
jump,
then
bring
them
on
I'm
in
the
field
suited
up
with
my
cleats
on
Tryna'
get
up
out
these
streets
but
keep
writin'
these
street
songs
The
heat's
on,
it's
too
hot?
Hop
up
out
the
skillet
You
say
you
Bennet,
if
you
ain't
in
it
then
you
can't
feel
it
I
tell
the
truth
in
every
song
so
I'm
incriminated
This
is
me
goin'
toe
to
toe,
I'm
not
intimidated
Fiddle's
don't
make
violins
Hotel
rooms
don't
make
homes
Can't
turn
water
into
wine
Can't
make
a
rock
from
a
rolling
stone
(But
I
ain't
changin'
regardless)
Fame
ain't
gon'
change
me,
money
ain't
gon'
make
me
Only
doin'
what
you
would
if
you
could
so
don't
hate
me
I'm
carryin'
ten
times
of
my
weight,
it
won't
break
me
I'm
somethin'
new
so
they
don't
quite
know
how
to
take
me
I'm
in
a
good
space,
like
"fuck
what
they
say"
lately
Hatred
is
an
ugly
trait
an
they
afraid
to
face
me
You'll
never
find
another
me
so
don't
replace
me
Embrace
me,
I'm
up
against
the
world,
standin'
bravely
Maybe
just
maybe,
one
day
they'll
pay
me
The
respect
that
I've
earned
on
the
daily
since
the
eighties
Over
a
thousand
songs
that
I
may
never
sing
Cause
they
tellin'
me
right
now
freedom's
bell
may
never
ring
Fiddle's
don't
make
violins
Hotel
rooms
don't
make
homes
Can't
turn
water
into
wine
Can't
make
a
rock
from
a
rolling
stone
(But
I
ain't
changin'
regardless)
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